Towards Destiny (Unwanted Sun Part 5)
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Spoilers: A long time ago in a galaxy....Well you get the picture
Summary: Captain Pleisar Sun is heading to hunt down those that
have attacked the Peacekeepers, and towards glory and his destiny.
special thanks goes to Janet for putting up with my obsession.
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There is no such thing
as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or
too cruel for that.
I have mentioned before that I hate Leviathans, they have that
smell and it is ironic that I have had to travel on so many in my
career. It was after this trip that I started to dislike them less.
Don't get me wrong I still hate traveling on them. My quarters looked
like a converted cell with a privacy screen attached to the door.
There was a spacious bed and a sitting area, which was separated
by another standing screen. It was very spacious. I assumed at the
time that I should get use to such opulence, if I was now a Captain.
During the first two solar days, I took to wandering around the
ship alone. I tried to stay clear of the other passengers, I made
the obligatory visit to the ship's Captain; but otherwise I stayed
to myself. I had not seen Arnan since we boarded, I figured that
she was probably relieving the other officers of their currency.
I actually missed having her around. I did have time to read the
preliminary reports from the Argus. It seems that they were
responding to a distress call when they were attacked. They had
just about finished retrieving a cargo freighter that had a hull
breach, when an unknown force opened fire on them. They did not
have time to get the defense screen up. They were not expecting
any combat; it was a frelling rescue mission. The bastards
must have been hiding in a near by [nearby] nebula, waiting for
them. It also stated that the Argus was to be decommissioned,
the prelim tech report stated that she was beyond repair. She was
barely holding together. I had spent most of my career on the Argus;
it was a shame that I would not finish it on her. High Command sent
word that I would get command of one of the new carriers being built
at Cholar IV.
I wished I could have shared the news with Arnan, I thought she
would be excited at the news [by it (the news)]. I could not seem
to find her, I figured she was avoiding me, or that she had found
some one to recreate with. I returned to my quarters to find
something amiss, the door was unlocked. I was positive that I had
locked the door. I drew my pulse pistol, there was no need to alert
the ship, and I could handle this. I opened the door, pushed back
the screen, and slowly entered my quarters. The lights were low,
and I could smell something. It was not the usual Leviathan stench;
it smelled good.
"Are you going to shoot dinner, Pleisar?" I heard a voice
coming from my left side.
I spun to my left, my finger on the trigger, I quickly took my
finger off the trigger, but the pistol was still pointed at my intruder.
"What do you want Arnan?" I asked, my voice showed my
surprise. "I haven't seen you in two solar days, what are you
"I have brought dinner since you have not been eating in the
Centre chamber with the rest of the Officers." She smiled as
she said it. She slowly walked towards me. "Are you planning
to shoot me? If not please put the pistol away."
I holstered my weapon; I walked over to the table and sat. I was
in awe that she would do this for me. I did not want to show my
delight in the fact that she was in my quarters.
"You know I could have you arrested for this." I chucked,
looking over the meal she had set up. "Given how you cook I
could call this attempted murder."
"Don't be a drennit Pleisar, I arranged this with the Captain's
cook, I would not try to put you through my cooking, I care about
you too much." She blushed with that last statement.
We talked while we ate, she told me about her winning half the
crew's pay for the next quarter cycle. I told her what I had read
in the reports from the Argus. I assured her that Darvo was
well, and that he was be my first choice to be my first officer.
I told her I would love for her to command one of my prowler squadrons,
or if she wanted she could stay in Covert Ops.
"I don't think I could get what I want." She mused.
"What was that?" I asked
"Oh nothing, I should go. You probably have plans or something."
"No I figured that you would have planned some sort of recreating
activity" I answered.
"No there are only a few I would do that with." She answered
"Oh, I see." I tensed
"When was the last time you recreated?" She asked
"You know when," I snapped. "I mean I haven't since
"Oh" she said.
She stood up to leave, I grabbed her arm and drew her close, and
"I've wanted to do that for a long time Arnan." I said
looking into her eyes.
"I have too Pleisar, longer than you have imagined" She
looked like she was going to cry.
I have to admit it was the best trip I have ever had on a Leviathan.
We started something on that trip, something that has lasted all
these cycles. We spent the rest of the trip some what secluded.
It was as I said a good trip. I had a renewed sense of duty and
energy after that. I was now prepared for what lay ahead. The only
thing that would be a challenge, would be how to tell Darvo.
The Officer's lounge at the Fleet Yard was packed. They all wanted
to see the Argus as she came into port. Most were there to
see what damage she took; all were there to pay their respect to
those who had died. I stood at the front of the room, right in the
middle of the window. I was not going to be denied the best view;
kept on glancing over towards the Invictus, my new ship.
She was twice the size of the Argus, and she had five times
the firepower. I wished I had been aboard the Argus at the
time of the attack, I still do to this day, but I guess my destiny
was not to die on that solar day. I had been in communication with
Darvo since I had arrived. Their long-range communications array
was destroyed; they only had short-range. It was lucky the Argus
was in range of our comms.
There were gasps followed by silence as the Argus slipped
past the window. Her hammond side was breached in a dozen places,
and the Frag Canons were sheared off. The Bridge was open to space,
you could still see some of the bodies that were trapped under their
stations. I knew from the reports that most of the crew stayed at
their posts; those that did not would be dealt with in turn. My
first priority was to board the carrier and inspect the damage.
I was surprised at the extent of the damage, I had to wear a pressure
suit to get into most areas of the ship. Darvo told me that he was
conducting assault drills on the Battle Bridge when the attack occurred.
If it had not been for his quick thinking and presence of mind,
I believe that Argus surely would have been destroyed. It
was because of his actions that I nominated him for the Order
of Selar. I also appointed him First Officer of the Invictus,
at that time as well.
My next task was not as pleasant, I had to deal with those who
had deserted their posts in battle. It was actually done quite easily,
and it was fast. High Command held summary trial, and being found
guilty of treason they were sentenced to death. It would not be
a pleasant death or as fast as a pulse blast to the head. They would
die the same way that most of their crewmates died. They would be
spaced; it would be a slow painful death compared to a firing squad.
Their families would soon join them in death, as is the fate of
any traitor's family.
I had the crew of the Argus transferred to the Invictus
to augment the crew that had been assigned to her. Her crew would
number almost fifty thousand men, women, and children. I was to
have the first cadet detachment aboard a carrier. High Command set
up a program, in which serving members could have their offspring
receive Peacekeeper training, which would allow then to enlist when
they reached enlistment age. I fear that one-day it will no longer
be optional, it will be mandatory. A child deserves to know their
I addressed each group of arriving soldiers personally. I found
myself echoing Captain Stallton's speech that I had heard so many
cycles before. I made some subtle changes to the speech; I added
some personal touches. I spoke of our duty to hunt down those who
dared to attack us, and how we would have our retribution.
And of course I said that I expected the Invictus to be the
finest ship in the fleet.
Afterwards I had a small reception for my department heads. I wanted
them to know the sheer scale of the mission. We would have Vigilantes,
Destroyers, several Leviathans and one other carrier, the Zelbinion
in the armada. They all had a look of great pride on their faces,
I told them of how proud I was of their actions in the return of
the Argus. With that done I dismissed my officers, I asked
Darvo to stay. I figured that it was now or never to tell him of
Arnan and I.
"Darvo...Have you talked to Arnan since she had returned?"
I asked uneasily.
"Not much, she said her mission was classified. She received
promotion to Lieutenant, she did share that part." He answered.
"We worked together on a project to secure the Peacekeepers
roll as defenders of the Sebacean way of life..." I hesitated.
"What is it Pleisar?"
"Well I figured you should know...that Arnan and I are...together
now" I looked at him, I saw him studying me.
"Well then...hmmm...It is about frelling time Pleisar!"
He exclaimed. "When did it happen, how did it happen...wait
don't answer that part. Brilliant"
We sat and I explained what happened, leaving out the more intimate
details. I also told him that we applied to High Command for permission
to exchange espouses; and that they had approved given that our
DNA was compatible. We were to be mated within the cycle and were
expected to start producing offspring as soon as it was convenient.
I admitted that I was grateful that we were posted to Combat duty,
and therefore it was not convenient, for us at least. We discussed
our plans until Arnan arrived. Darvo gave his congratulations, and
he excused himself.
HUNTERS BECOME THE HUNTED
It took almost a half a cycle to piece together information about
the attack. From what we could gather, the Scarans planned the attack,
but it was carried out by another race; but who were our attackers?
It was a question on the mind of everyone, especially those in High
Command and the Council. They demanded frequent updates, and I had
nothing to give. Maybe if I spent more time searching instead of
answering frelling reports, I could have found the information faster.
To say that it was a shock that it turned out to be one of our most
trusted allies was an understatement.
We found out the information from a Hynerian weapons dealer, of
all people. I had Darvo secure his armory and had him "talk"
to the dealer. He entered aggressive negotiations with the little
slug, it took some time but he squealed like a Tarek. When he had
finished gathering the information Darvo headed back to the Invictus.
He headed directly to my anteroom, where I kept my office.
As he burst through the door, I could see the disgust and shock
in his face.
"You are not going to frelling believe this!"
"Not going to believe what?" I asked dryly, knowing how
some leads were dead ends.
"It was the frelling Thorn!"
"How could that be, they are our allies, we helped them set
up their military" I was in shock. "Proof...I want Proof
Davro placed a Data Chip and a Vid chip on my desk.
"Look at it," he said, "it contain all the proof
He was correct, they contained records of weapons and ship sales.
Paid for with Crandars, Scaran currency. Darvo had also secured
the surveillance video, it seem that our little slug was paranoid.
It showed Thorn loading equipment and weapons on a transport. I
saw something that had made my stomach turn. I saw Ke'Ratan, my
Thorn counterpart when I was station on Dredar II, one of their
colonies. Her Strikers, their holy warriors, and their elite surrounded
her. They fought almost as fiercely as Peacekeepers, I can still
remember the sound of their shrills and screams in battle.
"Frell!" I muttered.
"I take it you saw who the buyer was?" Darvo asked knowing
the answer. "What do you want to do with the armory?"
"Destroy it" I said calmly.
"The Thorn left two at the armory, they were arranging another
"Have them brought here, I think they have some explaining
to do." I glared.
Our guests remained silent for the first part, but Darvo was a
master conversationalist, he managed to get them to open up and
talk. We found out that the Religious right had wrested control
of the government and wanted to expel all Sebaceans from their territory.
They felt that we had desecrated their gods for too long. They turned
to the Scarans for help, who in turn said they would supply advisors
and currency, but would not openly engage us.
I transmitted the data to High Command; their response was swift.
We were now at war with the Thorn. We were to eliminate them as
a threat, even if that meant the extermination of the Thorn. It
was a war that all Sebaceans would rally behind, a war that would
strengthen our position as a true power in the galaxy and a force
to be reckoned with. A war that would see one-time friends hunted
down like the animals they were. A race hunted to extinction, a
war that would last ten cycles.
THE VERY LAST
Every Peacekeeper, every Sebacean child is taught about the Second
Thorn Campaign. It is impossible not to know of our ten-cycle war
of vengeance. Only our current state of unpleasantness with the
Scarans has lasted longer. I figure that you did not need another
history lesson, so I will skip to the end of the war, or at least
the dying days. The final battle would take place on what was left
of their home world of Thonix IV. Ke'Ratan and a small group of
strikers were held up in a mountain stronghold, vowing to fight
to the very last.
High Command wanted Ke'Ratan alive so she could stand trial for
her actions. Because of this we could not bombard the site from
orbit. It would mean a ground battle, and a siege. From my experience
this take almost as long as the war itself. Ke'Ratan was a master
at repelling attacks and had survived the siege [siege] on Dredar
II with me. I would soon be proved wrong on my assumptions.
Not being one to ask my soldiers to anything I would
not do, I landed with the first wave of soldiers. They, as it turned
out, would be all we needed to secure our goal. The Thorn did not
put up much of a fight they died hard though. We learned latter
that they believed that if they were martyred they would meet their
gods in glory and honor. They let us slaughter them. Ke'Ratan would
have to wait to meet her gods, we captured her alive.
At her trial, it was more of a sentencing; she was condemned to
death after a period of public display. The council wanted all Secaceans
to see what they believed to be the last Thorn. It must have been
humiliating for this once proud warrior to be relegated to a minor
attraction at the council building. The Invictus was given
the honor of conducting the execution. I had the firing squad made
up of those who served aboard the Argus; retribution was
She was brought into the hanger and placed in the restraints, she
was a shell of her former self, but she still had a look of defiance
in her eyes.
"Make ready" I commanded
Weapons were raised including my pistol.
Her body shuddered against the pulse blasts, yet by a miracle she
still lived. I walked forward to her. Leaned forward and spoke softly
"You once asked me what we would call the Thorn. Do you remember
that? When we were saving your emaas from the Skinnies"
"You hated it that we never called the lesser races by their
"Frell you" She rasped
"Now, now, your not going to meet your gods with a mouth like
that are you?" I chucked
"Frell you Peacekeeper!" She shouted.
"In answer to your question Ke'Ratan, I think we will call
you..." I paused, "...Extinct"
I pulled the trigger and this time she was dead.
"Flush this mess out an air lock," I said as I waived
my hand nonchalantly over the corpse.
The firing squad went to work cleaning up the mess.
"Captain this is Medical Officer Kerta," boomed a voice
over the comms.
"What is it!" I snapped
"Sir you should come to med bay, it is about Lieutenant Strana"
I looked at Darvo, he was a puzzled as I was. Then it dawned on
me Arnan must have been in Labor. Darvo and I ran to the med bay
just in time to see my daughter being placed in her mother's arms.
I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. My joy was
to be short lived, for we were to return to High Command I was being
replaced as Captain of the Invictus.
of Part 5
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